Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“I want you… to take me to your place.”
Even now, just thinking about it, I growled low, the blood thrumming through my veins, my pulse beating wildly in my cock. In the car I had to continuously shift on the seat to try to ease some of the pressure in my balls. I failed.
And then when we’d gotten to my place and headed up the stairs of the apartment building, walking had been a fresh hell in itself. Moving with a raging hard-on was one of the most uncomfortable feelings I’d ever had—then again, the very thought of how I’d soon be relieving that made it the best kind of agony.
And here we are… in my apartment, Korrie looking up at me with an arousal so thick I’m drowning in it.
“Do you want something to drink?” Fuck, was that my voice? It was rough, scratchy. It didn’t even sound like my own.
Asking her that seemed like the polite thing to do, but it was the last thing I wanted. That one drink I had at Lyrics hadn’t done anything to inebriate me, and the truth was, I didn’t want anything dulling what I’d have with Korrie tonight.
She said nothing in response and instead moved closer. I held my breath as I watched her begin to close the distance between us. The lights were off—because apparently all rational thought left me where she was concerned. So here we were, standing in the darkened living room, the shadows wrapping around us. The only light that filtered in was through the large window across from the couch, the city light pooling into the room.
My cock jerked, and I found myself pressing the heel of my palm against the length before I realized I’d done it. She stopped and lowered her eyes to watch the act, and I snapped my gaze up, feeling zero shame.
Let her see what she does to me, how hard she makes me.
“Come here,” I growled low, the words coming from my parted lips before I could stop myself.
She let out a slow breath, as if she were in pain, but only the best kind. I could see the way her nipples pressed against the material of her shirt, hard twin points that had my mouth watering.
“Come here, baby.” I was demanding right now, doing everything in my power not to go to her, even if I wanted that more than life itself. I wanted her to come to me on her own, to make me feel this power that she wanted me so fucking badly.
Like I want her.
She took another step forward, and I felt my spine straighten as I stood to my full height. My pulse increased, and the only thing I could hear was the beating of my rampant heart.
She stopped when she was just a foot from me, and I curled my hands into tight fists to stop myself from pulling her in closer. I stared down into her face, letting my gaze travel over her curls, inhaling the lemony scent that came from them. I went lower and took in her big, beautiful brown eyes, ones that looked like spilled ink in the darkened room. I wanted to count every long lash that framed them, wanted to kiss her closed lids as she moaned my name.
Her lips parted, and her pupils dilated. “What are you thinking about right now?” she asked breathlessly.
I lowered my focus to her lips and kept them there. “Why do you ask that?” I murmured just as softly.
She inhaled slowly. Exhaled just the same. “B-Because you’re looking at me like you’ll die if you don’t have me.”
I slowly—oh so fucking slowly—lifted my gaze back up to her eyes and didn’t even bother hiding the low, primal sound that left me. “I’ve never been more starved for anything in my life, Korrie.” I closed the gap between us. “You bring that out in me. You make me want to die if I don’t make you mine.” Yeah, I really fucking said that and had no shame in it.
I watched her pulse beat rapidly beneath her ear as my words sank in. Something moved between us, something that had my skin tingling, my muscles tightening, and my cock throbbing incessantly.
“Bishop?” Her voice was low… needy.
She dragged her tongue along her bottom lip, and that's when I snapped. This primordial feeling broke inside me, one I didn’t even try to rein in or control.
I had my hands wrapped around her waist, my fingers digging into her skin. The low sound that left me had her eyes widening slightly. She lifted her hands and placed them on my shoulders, her nails biting into the flesh that was hard and hot, tight and almost painful under the material of my shirt.
Another rough noise spilled from deep within my throat, and I found myself sliding my hands over her hips, along the small of her back, and I curled the digits around the mounds of her denim-clad ass.